"Hey~"
Du Weiguo, who was strolling in Ginza, Tokyo, suddenly sneezed inexplicably, rubbed his nose and said to himself:
"Damn it, no way, I have become a superman now, can I still catch a cold?"
Shaking his head mockingly, Du Weiguo took his pocket and walked into the Mitsukoshi Department Store in front of him. Yes, he was here for shopping today.
After bidding farewell to Ryota Takahashi, Du Weiguo teleported back to the seaside villa on Showa Island and directly took the mysterious golden Fudo Myooh into the space.
Sure enough, as expected, after collecting the Golden Buddha, the space was expanded again, but only by half a cubic meter.
Even so, Du Weiguo is still very satisfied. If half a cube is filled with gold, it can hold several tons.
It’s definitely an unexpected surprise, what else do you want?
Originally, when I was in the underground palace at the foot of Kamakura Buddha, I wanted to ask Ghost Face what the mystery behind this golden Fudo Myooh was.
It's a pity that this old Bideng was so stubborn that he had no room to hold back at all, forcing Du Weiguo to attack with a sword.
Now that the space has become larger, it seems empty inside, and Du Weiguo's clothes are wearing out very quickly. It's rare that he has time today, so he just bought a few clothes.
Ginza is known as the most expensive place in Asia, and Mitsukoshi Department Store is the most luxurious place in Ginza, at least right now.
Du Weiguo is now extremely rich and has too much money to count. No matter what luxury goods he has, they are nothing in his eyes and he can buy them without restraint.
And Du Weiguo has been working very hard for so many years, so he is fully qualified to spend, hey.
As a person in two lifetimes, Du Weiguo experienced Shenhao's mentality when shopping for the first time today.
Ordinary people like us, if we usually spend a thousand yuan to buy a piece of clothing, we will probably feel pain and need to make careful calculations.
In fact, Shenhao will also hesitate, but their bottom line is one hundred thousand, one million, or ten million, and they even start with small goals.
Du Weiguo also lost his temper today. He bought dozens of clothes and pants in the Brioni store alone. He spent more than 3,000 US dollars, nearly 30,000 Hong Kong dollars, and he could buy a house on Hong Kong Island.
As the old saying goes, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. This is absolutely true. At this moment, Du Weiguo's hair has recovered and his appearance is back to its peak.
Wear a light and crisp linen original-color peaked collar suit, a white linen shirt underneath, and a pair of beige suede boat shoes.
He is graceful and handsome, and looks like a noble son from a wealthy family. Even his cold temperament has been diluted a bit.
Du Weiguo spent more than an hour in Mitsukoshi Department Store, spending a total of 16,000 U.S. dollars. He rejected the kindness of countless clerks and ladies who personally sent him home, and left with satisfaction.
A moment later, Du Weiguo, wearing brown glasses on his nose, drove away in a beige Toyota 2000GT convertible sports car, amidst the envious eyes of passers-by.
This popular sports car was stolen by Du Weiguo just now in Shinjuku. This time, he did not act recklessly, but played a cameo role as Buddha out of fun.
When passing by the car owner, he used a magic trick to get the car keys easily. With his eyesight and hand speed, even if he wanted to be a professional thief, it would be no problem.
What is darkness under the light?
Du Weiguo is currently demonstrating it in person, in this era where there are no cameras, no eyes in the sky, and no facial recognition.
Such a high-profile style, although eye-catching, does not reveal the truth.
No one could have imagined that this swinger who looked like a peacock would actually be the evil god himself, a world-class wanted criminal.
In the normal cognitive realm, a guy like Du Weiguo is already on the three-party black list of the CIA, the Freemasons, and Citigroup, and is still at the top of the list.
It must be walking on thin ice, huddled in a deserted and deserted place, or hiding in some dark corner where the sun is not visible.
These people's vision, no matter what, will not focus on the busiest streets of Ginza in Tokyo. This is unexpected and does the opposite.
In Ginza 7-chome, not far from Mitsukoshi Department Store, there is a high-end Japanese restaurant called Tsuruma, which specializes in top-notch kaiseki cuisine and is known as the best in Tokyo.
Kaiseki cuisine is a very famous artistic conception cuisine in Japan. It pays attention to color, aroma, taste, meaning and shape. To put it bluntly, it is a place that specializes in environment and concept.
A moment later, Du Weiguo parked his sports car at the entrance of Hejian Restaurant, opened the door and walked in.
Entering the door is the place where you change your shoes. A welcoming maid with beautiful features and plain-colored kimono is kneeling in the entrance hall. When she sees him coming in, she quickly bows down and salutes, her voice is waxy:
"Welcome distinguished guest, may I ask your name?"
Damn it, do you need to use your real name to have a meal? It’s quite troublesome. Du Weiguo casually said the secondary school pseudonym for self-study:
"Sakuragi Hanamichi."
The maid raised her eyebrows and asked with some confusion: "Sir, have you made an appointment?"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows lightly. Do you still need to make an appointment? It's really shallow and there are many bastards, but the little temple demon is very windy. There are quite a lot of rules in this shabby shop.
Make a reservation? When Du Weiguo was buying clothes just now, he accidentally asked the clerk, what delicious food is nearby?
As a result, the clerk boasted that this store was so magical, as if it only existed in heaven and was rarely seen in the world.
Du Weiguo is a country guy who has never tasted high-end food like kaiseki cuisine in his life. He was a little curious and since it was not far away, he decided to come over and give it a try.
"No reservation, but I can pay double the price."
After hearing Du Weiguo's words, the maid raised her head, glanced at him quickly, then lowered her head again, and explained in a low voice:
"Sir, I'm very sorry. Our restaurant only accepts one table of customers every day. If you don't make a reservation in advance, you won't be able to dine."
Yo ho, come on, hunger marketing?
If a young man had tried to stop him, he would have responded with a big ear. At this moment, Du Weiguo's arrogance also rose, and he snorted coldly:
"Heh, I'll pay 5 times the price."
The maid still lowered her eyebrows, but her tone was surprisingly firm: "I'm sorry, sir, it's really~~"
Du Weiguo increased the price without hesitation: "10 times."
When Du Weiguo shouted 10 times, the maid couldn't help but trembled, but she still refused:
"Sir, I'm very sorry."
Tsk tsk, you are quite principled. Let me teach you a lesson so that you can show your ability. Du Weiguo raised the corner of his mouth and his tone became a little teasing:
"50 times, little girl, before you refuse, do you want to ask your boss what he means?"
Kaiseki cuisine is very expensive. The price of 50 times is not a small amount of money. At least for the little girl who is responsible for welcoming guests, it is absolutely an astronomical figure.
She couldn't hold herself any longer. She looked at Du Weiguo blankly, her eyes wandering, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Hey, any place that is open for business will have people who are not interested in making money, and they can all be settled with money. If it cannot be settled, it only means that not enough money has been spent.
During the stalemate, the store door behind Du Weiguo was suddenly opened from the outside, and two men walked in slowly.
The first person to walk in was a capable middle-aged man. When he saw Du Weiguo, he was stunned on the spot and was speechless.
This man is surprisingly Tsukamoto Akatora, whom he has not seen for a long time, and the man behind him is the third generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kazuo Taoka.
Obviously, they were the guests at the table that had been reserved for today, and maybe there were other people as well.
Seeing Du Weiguo, Tsukamoto Chihu's eyes widened, and his throat seemed to be pinched. He couldn't say a complete sentence at all, and could only force out a few words from his throat:
"First, sir, you~"
Kazuo Taoka was also stunned, but he was a tycoon after all, with a deep city, and he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.
He bowed and said in a calm voice: "Sir, it's been a long time since I saw you. Your style is even better than before."
His tone was very respectful. Facing the true god Du Weiguo, even the leader of the largest underworld society in Japan did not dare to entrust him.
Du Weiguo was somewhat surprised to meet each other everywhere in life, but his tone was quite relaxed:
"President Taoka, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look good. Everything must be going well recently. Chihu, what's wrong? I haven't seen you for a few days. You don't recognize me anymore?"
Tsukamoto Chitora's face was shy and his tone was excited:
"Sir, please forgive me, it's really unexpected to see you here."
Du Weiguo smiled and asked: "Chihu, why did you come to Tokyo?"
Aunt Amaterasu! I should ask this question, right?
Tsukamoto Chitora complained in his heart, but he only dared to curse secretly in his heart, and replied honestly:
"Sir, it's like this. I came to Tokyo with the president to do some business and need to hang out for a few days. Sir, are you here for dinner?"
Du Weiguo shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly:
"Well, I heard that this store is quite famous. I planned to come over and try it. Unexpectedly, I still need to make an appointment. I can't even pay 50 times the price."
"idiot!"
As soon as he heard this, Tsukamoto Chitora became furious. He yelled and cursed loudly, raised his arm and slapped the maid in the face.
Who is Du Weiguo?
Aside from his nearly invincible status as the Evil God, he is also the God of Wealth of the group of three. Now, nearly 30% of the organization's income comes from flour, and its weight is still increasing.
Besides, Tsukamoto Chitora was able to reach his current high position only by climbing onto the golden thigh of Du Weiguo. A mere maid was really blind.
But as soon as he raised his arm, he was stopped by Du Weiguo:
"Forget it, Chihu, she is just a person who does things, not one who sets the rules."
"Yes, sir."
Tsukamoto Akatora responded obediently and put down his arm honestly. At this moment, Tagoka Kazuo stepped forward.
He looked at the maid coldly and said in a low tone, "Do you know me?"
The maid trembled all over: "Hai, Your Excellency Tian Gang."
Kazuo Taoka's tone was cold: "Let Takeuchi Moriyo come out to see me immediately."
The maid's voice sounded like she was crying: "Hai."
Her legs were weak, and she staggered up, took small steps, and stumbled inside.
However, Du Weiguo lost interest. There was no need to think about it. Kazuo Taoka probably knew the boss and wanted to find a place for him.
The dignified leader of the Yamaguchi Group, a mafia tycoon, and a man with only one hand to control the sky, it was too embarrassing for a restaurant owner.
Besides, Du Weiguo was just playing games for a moment, not sincerely making things difficult. It was hunger marketing, normal business methods, and there is nothing wrong with it.
"Forget it, President Tagoka, there is no need to expand the matter. I am in a special situation now and it is not suitable for me to show up."
Kazuo Taoka reacted instantly, his expression suddenly froze, and he broke out in cold sweat. He had just been patronizing and licking a big customer, and completely forgot about Du Weiguo's extremely sensitive identity.
That's just the way it is with some things. Cooperating in secret is fine, but putting it on the table is absolutely unacceptable. It will die in the light of day.
Kazuo Taoka was a little embarrassed and embarrassed: "Uh, sir, I'm very sorry. I just didn't think well~"
Du Weiguo waved to him and patted Chihu Tsukamoto on the shoulder: "It's okay. I'll leave first. You can eat slowly."
His tone was casual, but it contained an irrefutable meaning.
Du Weiguo turned around and went out. Just as Tsukamoto was about to catch up, he heard him say lightly:
"Okay, don't give it away. You can't afford it if someone sees it."
Upon hearing this, Tsukamoto Akatora seemed to have been hit by a immobilizing spell, and his steps froze. However, a sharp flash of anger flashed in Kazuo Taoka's eyes.
At the beginning of the lanterns, Shinjuku, Kabukicho Ichiban Street.
This is the most glamorous place in Japan. One of the bars is called Secret Land. This bar may not be the best in Tokyo, but it is probably the most expensive.
The lights in the bar were soft, and in the circle of light on the stage, a middle-aged black man was humming melodious jazz unhurriedly, creating a soothing atmosphere.
Du Weiguo sat alone by the window, lazily leaning on the sofa, holding a glass of blood-red wine in his hand, swaying gently.
On the round table in front of him is a bottle of freshly opened Romanée-Conti, from the 1958 vintage. If this bottle of wine is brought to future generations, it will be worth a sky-high price.
Looking at the feasting and feasting outside the window, Du Weiguo felt a little melancholy.
Tomorrow, I will withdraw money from Ryota Takahashi, and then go to Sakata Factory to pick up the customized military rations, and then it is time to leave Japan.
The reason why I am so wild today is because I am about to leave. After fighting for a lifetime, it is time to enjoy myself.
Ever since Kamakura Mountain, Du Weiguo has always had a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
He wanted to go back to Hong Kong Island for a visit, casually contact Mo Lan and Guo Fu, and if everything was fine, ask Laura to send Ye Li back.
"Sir, is there anyone here?"
At this moment, a mixed-race figure with big curved front and back curved his hips and leaned over on the sofa opposite Du Weiguo, ogling him in a charming way.
Du Weiguo glanced at her with squinted eyes, and suddenly lost interest:
"Someone."
The woman was a little surprised when she was rejected, but she still twisted her waist and said bravely:
"Sir, I see that you have been sitting alone for a long time. How about you let me play with you?"
Du Weiguo frowned and waved his hand impatiently like he was shooing away flies:
"Not interested, get out!"
The woman left bitterly, and Du Weiguo spat at her back: "Bah, it's already as dark as ink, why are you kidding?"
"Bang~"
At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly violently knocked open, and a group of menacing young men armed with sticks rushed in. They were all 17 or 8-year-old brats.
The leader of this group of guys was an airplane pilot. He was wearing a coquettish floral shirt and had no body parts. He was a tall and lanky guy.
He seemed to have overindulged a bit, his cheeks were thin, and the circles under his eyes were dark, but at the moment his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his expression was ferocious.
After rushing into the bar, the flowery shirt squinted his eyes and looked for people rudely from table to table.
The security guard at the bar came out to stop him, but his boys were beating him down with sticks. What a crazy guy!
Taking advantage of the chaos of the war, Du Weiguo took the Romanee-Conti, which he had just drank, into the space, drank the glass in his hand again, smacked his lips, and stood up.
Damn, it’s quite an expensive thing, so don’t let it go to waste.
He knew this flowery shirt. He was the owner of the Toyota 2000GT sports car. Obviously, this guy was here for him.
Du Weiguo was a tall man. As soon as he stood up, the flower shirt immediately saw him, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he gritted his teeth and cursed:
"Baga, you bastard, you dare to steal my car, I'm going to kill you!"
While shouting, Hua Shizi rushed towards Du Weiguo, and his group of men also shouted obscene words and surrounded him with their teeth and claws.
Just now, when this group of brats started attacking security, Du Weiguo already fully understood their level, a ragtag group of people.
Last year, when Du Weiguo first came to Japan, he had a fight with the Honda Association in Kansai City in Shinjian City. These guys were not even as good as gangsters, and at most they were the lowest class of society.
Although the flowered shirt looks like he has a weak kidney, he must be a veteran who often fights, and his attacks are quite ruthless.
This guy rushed to Du Weiguo. Without saying a word, he raised the steel pipe wrapped in white cloth, roared, and swung it at his head.
"Snapped!"
The next second, Hua Shirt received a loud slap on his face, his teeth flew everywhere like flowers, and his tall and thin body took off directly, knocking down several boys in the air.
A group of people suddenly fell like a gourd on the ground. The impact was so severe that they couldn't get up for a while.
To be honest, Du Weiguo was really too lazy to fight with them. Dimensionality reduction attacks were not enough to describe the gap between them.
However, the flowery shirt's attack was ruthless, so Du Weiguo decided to teach him a lesson, a small punishment but a big warning. This was because he was unreasonable, otherwise, he would be killed with a slap.
These ruffians are all fierce and cruel people. They usually rely on the strength of their numbers to win a favorable situation, but when they see a truly ruthless person, they immediately become intimidated and hesitate to move forward.
However, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and when there are more people, there will always be idiots who are not afraid of death.
No, a guy with a short haircut and a scar on his face saw his boss knocked down with a slap. His eyes were red, and he pushed everyone away and jumped out.
"Baga! I'll kill you!"
Scarface pulled out his ribs from his crotch, cursed in a hissing voice, with a ferocious expression, and pounced on him regardless, his momentum was astonishing, and he looked very fierce.
To be honest, seeing his fearless and ignorant attitude, Du Weiguo couldn't help but admire him a little, and said in a helpless tone:
"What a tiger~" (End of this chapter)
